liyaawrites

[liyaawrites]

𝟓:𝟓𝟑𝐚𝐦 - 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 + 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

nanami kento falls in love with an old soul girl.

the kind of girl that's so addicted to museums she sees them as a secondary home. she roams the halls every weekend and gets lost in the paintings, the sculptures, the artifacts and all the histories accompanied with them.

the kind of girl who dreams of a seaside home, just a few steps from the blue ocean, so that in the early hours of the morning during late spring all through to early fall, she can wake up with the water. she can step outside and sit on a blanket on the sand, a book or a journal in hand, as if she and the sea were good friends, practicing the same routine of early rising until it became too cold to greet each other, and would have to wait until the next spring came to meet once again.

the kind of girl who reads religiously. she never has enough shelves in her living space for the books she acquires, so they begin to stack up in random corners of her room. there's some that are untouched in anticipation for the magic that will surely pull her in to the cream pages. then there are some who show visible wear from constant turning of its pages. a worn book is a loved book, and she loves every single one that she has in her possession.

nanami kento falls in love with an old soul kind of it'll, and it is the purest, softest, most healing love he's ever experienced.

he will pay for every museum date or solo adventure you propose, sometimes without the topic coming into conversation. he knows when you're itching for a visit by the way you look longing at the paintings that you have hung on the walls of your shared home.

he has plans to buy you that seaside home you've always dreamed of come the beginning of spring. the way you talk about sitting atop the borders overlooking the crystal blue waters makes him look forward to watching you read or journal from the kitchen window as he prepares his morning coffee.

he reads with you, sometimes, when his work permits him the isolated chances of rest and relaxation. being perched up in the window nook together with a shared book in each of your hands was a domestic act he didn't know he craved, and yet, ever chance possible, he finds himself yearning to sit with you, read with you (sometimes even read to you - he loves to have you fall asleep to his voice on his chest, where you have always belonged), to feel your legs on his lap and to trace nonsense into your calves in the serenity of the afternoon golden hour.

nanami kento falls in love with an old soul kind of girl, and in his hectic, fast-paced world, he's glad to have someone like you in his life to love him slow.

[liyaawrites]

𝟓:𝟐𝟒𝐚𝐦 - 𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐝 + 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬

jason todd who fears leaving you in the dead of night for patrol of the city. heart clenching in his chest so tight it gets harder for him to breathe. he watches the clock anxiously, counting down the very seconds to his inevitable departure. he presses a kiss to your temple before slipping out the bedroom window, a silent promise to himself that he will come back whole, if not for himself, than certainly for you.

jason todd who fears coming back to you just as much as he fears leaving you. his body aches from fatigue and cuts and bullet grazes, the smell of dirt and grime and blood and the streets clinging to his clothes even if there's no clear physical indication of their presence. he counts down to the very second until he's able to see you again, praying to whatever God there is that your sleeping form is still there, that you, too, haven't slipped out into the dead of night, only to never be seen again. that you haven't left him after he'd succeeded in returning to you whole, just to be shattered into millions of tiny, broken shards of a man who'd loved too deeply.

jason todd who breathes a sigh of relief when he returns home to the sight of your sleeping figure curled up in the comforters, and he can finally release the stomach-clenching breath he'd been holding. dark turns into day as he slips inside the room quietly, shedding the skin of red hood for another day. washes away any residues of his alter ego to protect you before he slips back in between the sheets to hold your bodies together in the holy light of dawn's sunrise. he tucks his head under your chin, wrapping his arms around your midsection, his ear resting right over your heartbeat and he finds himself content once again. it only when you thread your fingers through his thick hair and wrap your arms around his shoulders that he relaxes into your hold, your warmth, your love.

jason todd who has fears, but like a cure to a plague, the presence of you chases them away into the depths of his mind, always there to do so until the end of time.

[liyaawrites]

𝟔:𝟎𝟐𝐚𝐦 - 𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 + 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬

"Bee-Bee," La'Noya hums from across the room, catching Hobie's attention almost immediately, his ears intricately attuned to the sound of her voice, "come here."

"Eh?" He hums himself, rising from his hunched over position, his staggering height making itself known with the shadow that's casted from the pretty purple color from the LED light bulb that shines in her dresser lamp. He'd been tuning his guitar in preparation for his usual nightly strumming session, a habit he'd picked up since meeting the dark haired woman. "What're you on about?"

"Just come here," La'Noya sucks her teeth, "why you always gotta question me?"

"What is it, Kit?" Yet his feet are already taking his body towards the plush couch she rests on. She's wearing a pair of his jogging pants, the waistband cuffed over a couple of times so that the pant length would match her shorter legs, and a cropped tank to battle the increased summer heat. He can't see much her face - styled coils hang just over her eyes, leaving only the nose down visible to the eye, and yet despite the suspected inconvenience of it, she likes the mysterious look. Hobie does, too - they both know this.

Hobie takes a seat next to her, and the second he does so, her body turns to his own. She props herself on her knees and leans close into his space. The strong scent of lavender and something sweet consumes his senses; it's almost dizzying to him. Despite knowing it's her signature scent, it still overtakes him completely. He wasn't complaining, however; in fact, he rather enjoyed the invasion of it, allowing the scent to calm the tension in his body he hadn't known had been stored.

It takes Hobie a moment to recognize the dull tugging sensation along his scalp means that she's in his head. "What're you doing, love?"

"You've got lint in your wicks," La'Noya responded in a sort of matter-of-factly tone, "they're bothering me."

"Of course they bother you," Hobie teases, "not like I give a shit about 'em."

"Spiderboy can at least not look like he's walked through a nest of spiderwebs, yeah?"

Both fall silent as Hobie commemorates the feeling of her hands in his hair to memory. She's careful with it, mindful of any sore spots on his scalp as well as the strength she uses to pick out the pesky lint bunnies that have made themselves home in the punk-alt man's head. She knows she can't get them all out, but the attention and care she pays to him is always heartwarming to Hobie.

There comes a point where Hobie, unable to resist the alluring scent on her skin, leans into the crook of La'Noya's neck. His right arm snaked around her midsection, large hand splayed across her back, unconsciously rubbing strokes and tracing patterns into the barely clothed skin. She feels so warm under his fingers, it numbs his mind slightly. Everything slows, as all he can focus on is her.

"There," La'Noya says, her hands falling from his hair and instead resting on his wide shoulders, "much better."

It takes him a moment to realize you've finished, not yet ready to leave the comfort of your skin, but pulls himself off anyway. "Thanks, kitty cat," Hobie murmurs, a lazy grin tugging at his lips while his droopy brown eyes gaze into yours.

"Anything for you, Spiderboy," she hums like a purr, her hand raising to caress his cheek while her lips pressed a short, sweet kiss onto his forehead.

[liyaawrites]

𝟕:𝟑𝟔𝐩𝐦 - 𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐡𝐢 + 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

azumane asahi carried around hairties usually due to his own hair being a hassle to deal with when it was left down. he can't remember the days where his wrists weren't plagued with indentations of the brown cotton elastic bands litering them. though at some point he also started carrying them for you, too. perhaps it's because of how he watched you get frustrated whenever you had science labs and couldn't focus because your hair kept getting in the way. he offered you a hairtie once, and it soon became the defining aspect of your relationship. what was once a conscious decision became second nature for the both of you. you put his hair in a neat topknot before practice (which definitely earned him son teasing from the team - nishinoya and the first years especially), and he takes the liberty of tying up the loose strands behind your head whenever you're doing mundane tasks that might be hindered by your hair being in your face. asahi will press a kiss to your temple or your reread or the crown of your hairline after he does so, adding a little extra intimacy to the already loving gesture. and it's a never-ending part of your relationship even as you've grown into adults and your relationship has sophisticated from the stage of highschool romance to matured love. out of all of the ways you and asahi show love to each other, the most timeless of them all is the little red marks around your wrists where little black hairties will take their place.

[liyaawrites]

𝟕:𝟒𝟎𝐩𝐦 - 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 + 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

he never thought himself capable of rasing a daughter.

granted, he never thought himself capable of raising anyone. though those words soon became a lie when he realized just how big his brood of children, both adopted and biological, was becoming. but a daughter? god only knows the kind of undoing a daughter can do.

yet, as bruce wayne watches you greet members of the wayne foundation board with a sophisticated smile, dressed in your finest and radiating with confidence and elegance, all he can feel in his chest is an overwhelming sense of pride. because for the first time in a while, he has hope that this family name will carry on a legacy, and he wants it to be through you.

his eyes soften when you approach him with that same smile, asking him what's on his mind, and he simply shakes his head. "nothing, darling," bruce hums, the same twinge of something akin to happiness spreading warmly throughout his body when you beam that infectious smile you've had since your childhood years.

silence befalls you for a moment, and in that moment, you witness the stoic mask that your father has always worn your entire life, and in his eyes you see a glint of emotion pass through them, his face soften from the eternal hard clench of his jaw. then, before you can react, bruce says something you never thought would come from him of all people: "i'm very proud of you."

five words you could only dream of hearing in reference to you, and the shock of it all nearly has you sobbing on the stairwell balcony that overlooks the grand ballroom, but you have to compose yourself. the people shouldn't see their elegant host with runny makeup and bloodshot eyes right before they have to give the gala address to the attendants, but bruce doesn't help the situation when his hand rests against the curve of your shoulder lovingly. his face returns to normal, but the gentle squeeze he applies assures you that his words are truthful.

bruce wayne, a man you've struggled with your entire life - from your adoption to discovering what he does under the dark of night, and everything in between - has just made your world in less than a sentence, and he doesn't even know it. or maybe it is you who has yet to see the impact your presence in his life has made on his own.

[liyaawrites]

𝟓:𝟑𝟕𝐩𝐦 - 𝐝. 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬

dick grayson with a musician!reader who loves when you make references to him in your songs. it's the cocky bastard in him that revels in pride when he hears a line he knows no one else will get, because only the two of you can pick apart your lyrics and lay their meaning bare. he goes oh so soft when you let him listen to candid capella snippets of ballads you conjured up in mere hours, loves the sweet melodies that flow from your lips when you're cooking in the kitchen and you think he isn't around to hear you.

he loves when you make visual references to his alter ego as well. at first, he was apprehensive about it - "what if it put a target on your back?" or "what if people think you're involved with a vigilante?" - because his main worry above all else is your protection. yet he can't deny the way those atmospheric lights dance across your gorgeous skin, the color scheme of the music video's set, or even when you wear clothes that give a hint to which superhero holds your heart dear. good god does it make this man fall in love with you all that much harder.

[liyaawrites]

𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐢

-> 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐬𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐱 𝐥𝐚𝐞𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬-𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬

-> aka the millionaire and the artist, the science nerd and the history geek, the playboy and his darling

-> playlist - loving harry osborn: a timeless romance at a time less fortunate

-> cafe meet-cute, book exchanges, info-dumping sessions, studying together, dinner dates, nights on the town, 'mr. wise guy' & 'miss dancing queen', play and opera dates, meetups at the science lab, star crossed lovers, late night phone calls, "I don't know why, but I feel like I've known you all my life", coffee addict meets tea enthusiast, serenades under the moonlight, late night walks in the park, one listens while the other rambles on and on, heart palpitating stares, light flirting, sleeping on each other, cooking together, slow dancing in the kitchen, "day dreams feel like living when I'm dreaming about her" + "I'll be honest; lookin' at you got me thinkin' nonsense".

[liyaawrites]

𝟔:𝟒𝟔𝐚𝐦 - 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 + 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚 [ 𝐫𝐞𝟐𝐫]

carlos rivera who wakes you up in the most intimate of ways. starts by tracing the outine of your body hidden under the sheets, commemorating every dip, curve, and crevice to memory, just in case he has to leave you abruptly, he wants to be able to remember every detail of how you were that day. he then palms at the small of your back to bring you closer to him, as if you weren't possibly close enough, large calloused hands roaming the space of your back; he never fails to shiver when his bare hands meet your soft, dewy skin that glows in the soft rays of the morning sun. at this point, you're already rousing from your slumber, but that doesn't stop him from admiring you further. his last act of loving comes in the sweet kisses he presses against your skin. starting from the mound that is your shoulder, he kisses upwards into the crevice of your neck, over your jawline, past the plumpness of your cheeks until finally, he can not long resist the sweet allure of your lips, and presses a kiss there, too. even if you wake up during his little routine, start giggling as he's kissing you, it'll never stop him from starting off your lazy mornings together like this.

[liyaawrites]

𝟎𝟐 𝟐𝟓 𝟐𝟒 - 𝟓:𝟎𝟗𝐀𝐌

i think the trope that really gets me going is like, it's smth akin to slow burn but more intense. like, when you and your fave are dancing around in this circle of desire, neither of you willing to admit the attraction just yet, not wanting to disturb the perfectly crafted balance that you already have. But when you finally do address it, it's almost too hard to control. when they finally get their hands on you, feel your hot skin underneath their nearly shaking fingertips, kissing you with care and tenderness that gradually grows hungry and desperate because fuck, they can't control themselves anymore. their hands start to roam, grasp, hold onto you tighter, because they don't wanna let you go. shushing and easing your cries and whines because it's okay, you've got them, you've always had them, they're all for you, no one else. and the tension is so heavy in the air it's just as suffocating as the kisses start to become, but neither of you pull away, because all you can think about is consuming each other so wholely, so carnally, molding into each other so that you'll never know what it's like to be apart from one another again.

[liyaawrites]

𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐤

- 𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐛. [𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐤] 𝐱 𝐥𝐚'𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐚 𝐰. [𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐭]

- aka the punk and the skater, the muse and the artist, the spider and the cat

- playlist - loving hobie brown; the uncanny love story between a spider and a cat

•midnight rendezvous; polaroid selfies; graffiti dates; running from cops; snack runs; "spiderboy, beebee"; "kit, kitty cat"; sharing clothes; organizing protests; propaganda art; matching jewelry; farmer's market dates; barter buddies; guitar lessons; patching each other up after intense fights; "we're just friends"; deep nighttime conversations; love letters; silent flirting; concert hopping; gentle kisses; intense cuddling; gentle touches; "we're just...friends?"; sweet nothings; secret handshakes; smoke sessions; serenading each other; longing stares; sleeping together; stayingout till the early morning; "this is not what friends do"; "then I guess we're more than friends"; couples tattoos; feeding each other; joint wash days; "you got me falling for you...and I kinda want to" + "I don't wanna share, it's a damn shame"...

[liyaawrites]

𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 - 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

- 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐠. 𝐱 𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐡.

- aka the moon and the sun, the hero and the heroine, the boy wonder and his wonderful girl

- playlist - loving dick grayson; the good, the bad, and the ugly

• meet cute ; coffee shot dates ; library dates ; book exchanges ; late night phone calls ; daydreams ; "hey wise girl" ; "hey wonder boy" ; playful bickering ; sweet nothings ; lazy mornings : stolen shirts ; study sessions ; sun and moon ; longing stares ; grazing touches ; patching him up after a rough night ; emotional bonding ; hidden feelings ; miscommunication ; heated arguments ; missed/ignored calls ; mixed signals ; hungry touches ; stolen kisses ; deep apologies ; tight hugs ; "girl, i'm so lost; teach me how to love" ; "she fell for him but hasn't gotten up since"...

[liyaawrites]

ʙɪᴏ + ɴᴀᴠɪ

ʟɪʏᴀ | ᴛʜᴇʏ/ꜱʜᴇ | ʙʟᴋ Qᴜᴇᴇʀ ᴍᴀꜱᴄ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ | 20

ᴛʜᴇᴀᴛʀɪᴄᴀʟ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴅᴇꜱɪɢɴᴇʀ | ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ + ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ

ʀᴇꜱɪᴅᴇɴᴛ (ᴇᴠɪʟ) ʟᴜᴠʀ ɢɪʀʟ

main | self ships | journal entries | scenarios

[liyaawrites]

𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐬

black punk

- h. brown [ spiderpunk ]

night light

- d. grayson [ nightwing ]

white ferrari

- h. osborn [formerly venom]

[liyaawrites]

𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

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[liyaawrites]

𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬

𝟔:𝟒𝟔𝐚𝐦 - 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 + 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚 [ 𝐫𝐞𝟐𝐫]

𝟓:𝟑𝟕𝐩𝐦 - 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 + 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 [ 𝐝𝐜 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐬]

𝟕:𝟒𝟎𝐩𝐦 - 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 + 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 [ 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞 ]

𝟕:𝟑𝟔𝐩𝐦 - 𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐡𝐢 + 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 [ 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 ]

𝟓:𝟐𝟒𝐚𝐦 - 𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐝 + 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 [𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧]

𝟓:𝟓𝟑𝐚𝐦 - 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 + 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 [ 𝐣𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧 ]